Title: Loving His Witch
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Charmed
Characters/Pairing: Cole/Piper
Rating: R/M
Challenge/Prompt: #81: Amnesty: #11?: Breakfast
Word Count: 989
Warnings: Unconventional Het Pairing
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters belong to their rightful owners, not the author.


He wakes, feeling as though he's drifting down from Heaven, but he knows that's impossible. He'll never really touch Heaven, but he's quite sure that what he had last night, the bliss he experienced in his lover's arms, is far better than Heaven. He reaches for her only to find her side of the bed cold from having been empty for at least an hour.

Cole smiles and stretches. With other women, he would have been agitated by them leaving his bed so abruptly and without explanation, but not with her. He knows she's trustworthy. She'd never take what he has to give and run. But what makes him smile is much more than that.

He slips from their bed and into his slippers. He looks down at the blue, fuzzy shoes, his smile turning crooked. He's become domesticated. The next thing she'll do to him will be to have him fetching the morning paper so she can read the comics and sales, he teases himself, but his woman never looks at those sections first. He doubts she's looked at a sale in the last month and can't remember the last time they shared a laugh over a comic script. He's much more the comics pursuer than she.

Still smiling, he pulls on his robe, pads from their room, stops by the bathroom, and then heads downstairs. All the while, he's smiling. He feels almost like singing, whistling, or at least humming. There's such joy in his heart! He's never felt this way before. He is becoming domesticated, and he likes it.

He skips the last step on the staircase entirely in his eagerness to follow the delicious aromas now tempting his nose. It's a wonder he didn't notice the scent of frying bacon the moment he woke, but then, perhaps, he's getting used to waking to delicious breakfasts. He hasn't missed the morning meal in the last three years, and she makes it all worthwhile, he reflects as he stands, a moment, in the doorway just watching her.

She's more than beautiful; she's radiant. Even this early in the morning, she's glowing with happiness as she makes breakfast for her family. Only not today, he notes, remembering that Paige and Phoebe both didn't come home from their dates last night. He hopes her sisters enjoyed themselves. They deserve some happiness, and their happiness makes Piper happier which makes him happier.

"Good morning, love," she calls cheerfully, turning to face him as she sets down a plate loaded with maple syrup goodness, hot cakes, and melting butter. Beside it is a tray of bacon and a tall glass of chocolate milk. For a moment, Cole doesn't know what he wants to get hold of first, but only for a moment.

Then he crosses the room and takes his fiance into his arms. He nuzzles the back of her neck as she flips another pancake while asking, "How could I not when I held an Angel in my arms?"

Even after all this time, she still blushes, which makes his grin grow wider still. "Hardly an Angel," she murmurs, flipping another. "Just a Witch."

"My dear, you could never be just a Witch," he tells her, his tongue trailing the nape of her neck, "and that would be true even if you didn't save the world on a daily basis."

She sighs, growing suddenly tense. "Don't go there," she starts, but before she can finish that though, she breaks her own sentence with an aggravated moan. They whirl together, she throwing up her free hand and he forming a fireball. He continues to grin as she vanquishes the first Demon. His fireball takes care of the second, and he lets her have the third one. She shakes her head, her long, dark hair cascading down her slender back. "I swear, it's every morning lately! They so need to get a new tune."

She turns back to her oven before he can stop her. He lets her go, only hesitating for a second, but once she's finished removing the pancakes from the skillet he bought her, he wraps his arms around her again and literally whisks her off her feet. "Maybe we're the ones who should get a new tune," he suggests.

"Oh?" she asks, and he can tell from the sound of her voice, as he can not see her face, that she's trying not to laugh. Her spatula taps his arm. "And what would you suggest, Mister Turner?"

"Why nothing more devious than breakfast in bed, Miss Halliwell."

"That does sound tempting," she agrees, finally laughing, "but pancakes in bed would be a bit messy."

"Very messy," he agrees teasingly, "but the cleanup would be even better."

"Think we can get that all done before my sisters get home?"

"They're grown women. We're hardly doing anything they haven't."

"Oh, honey, I'm sure we've done a lot of things they haven't, especially after last night." Her face is coloring brightly, but she still manages to tease him.

"Then let's add another one to the list, shall we?" It's an awkward balancing act, holding her while picking up both their plates and shimmering, but she's well worth any trouble. Releasing her onto their bed, he gazes down into her eyes and knows for sure that life and love with this wonderful Witch is definitely far better than anything Heaven could ever offer.

"I love you, Piper Halliwell. Now open up and taste your delicious cooking."

"I'd rather taste your deliciousness." She turns beet red. "I did not just say that!"

"Oh, you did," he replies, chuckling as his eyes dance with mirth, "and your wish is my command." Laying the plates on the nearby side table, he wraps a hand gently around her neck, not caring if he gets syrup in her hair as he'll have fun cleaning it out for her later, lifts her sweet and wide mouth, and devours it with his own.

The End